you mean nothing to me and i don't care about you
but at the same time, i do
when i'm constantly searching for you
in the crowds and the songs i listen to
when your only presence takes my breath away
when i catch myself staring at you and wait
for my brain to send a message to my whole body
telling it to stop waiting for you to like me
you mean nothing to me, i promise
just a corner of my head full of dust and delusions
i know it isn't love
nor an infatuation of my heart
i know that you're nothing like i want you to be
that your looks aren't enough to cover everything that opposes us
so, what is it ?
maybe a side effect of the moonlight because it only wanders through my mind in the darkest hours of the night
it lingers and
lingers
and although i know it isn't love
i'm sure it would be easier to forget if you were
just a bit less beautiful
